Night Dweller's Paradise club

Deep down below london, where the train tunnels do not even reach, is a retreat for the supernatural and a sanctuary for the damned. Founded in 1579 by the ever so lady like Adrianna, this has been around for ages, that is until its fate in 1992 where it was raided by vampire hunters. But now its old keeper has returned and this hot spot for the creatures of the night looks as if it was never shut down..

The tunnels, run red once again....

Locations:

-The hot tub: A nice relaxing hot tub for the guests

-The dance floor: Take your meal out for fun before they meet their demise

@Ghostalt: (I'm over 50% demon so bleh!) A vampire attacks Warren and attempts to take a bite out of him. Warren quickly heated the blood in the vampires head causing its head to literately explode "I am not food." he said calmly with a small grin on his face.

Roman walks in wearing the helmet he always did when he road on his motorcycle. He steadily makes V.I.P lounge. Once he finds his way to a counter top he lays his helmet on it and takes his jacket off. He lights a cigarette and stares at a Hit list he had recently constructed.

@shadowknight666: Adrianna appears in front of Cain with a huge smile on her face. "HA! You make me laugh mortal.. Wait.. arent you the town drunk?" Her eyes appear red considering she just showed an illusion of Cain's desire's. "Im glad you could join us, but that seems a little rude doesnt it? Bursting into my new oasis?"

@Adrianna: @shadowknight666: "So it's alright for a vampire to murder,but not a human?Your racist.That man is with me,so,according to your rules,he hasn't done anything.You said killing Prey is alright,and that is exactly what he's doing."

@Adrianna: "You do not. Well, you were in my tower once, but I was...indisposed at the moment." Sam could have sworn he'd seen her face somewhere else before. "But for an immortal who's lived for such a long time, who can really keep track of all the faces. I'm no one special really. Just a lowly human. No concern of one such as yourself. " After speaking, he lit his tobacco pipe and began puffing clouds of smoke throughout the tunnels.

@_Creed_: (It's probably my elixir blood.) Sam could feel another strange presence in the area. Of course, this was a place for supernatural creatures, but that meant more reason to be wary. Vampires...I hate vampires. They always seemed to want something from him.

@SurelockeHomes: Adrianna could feel something weird. She was uneasy about this stranger. The fact he made it sound like he wanted her to not pay attention to him. She wasnt in the mood though, she was starting to get hungry. Her eyes were rimmed in red as she stared at the mans neck. She was starting to feel a pulse in her body. She wanted to taste him. But the smell of tobacco dampened her craving. "So.. What exactly are you doing here? Want to find a woman? Or are you just the kind that waits for something interesting to happen?"

@Adrianna: The way this strange woman was staring at his neck was making Sam uncomfortable. Like she wanted to take a bite out of him. This was why he hated vampires. Strangely enough, however, she seemed repulsed at the same time. Ahh, good old tobacco. "Why else come to a place like this? I'm looking for an interesting woman!"

The amount of visitors in the V.I.P lounge was beginning to increase. This made it most impossible to study his targets any further. He finishes his cigarette and makes his way to the bar @Adrianna: "Excuse me ma'am. What's the finest thing you guys serve, or maybe the strongest?"

@Adrianna: Her comment charms a smile on Roman's face."huh, well i came here to meet people and then possibly feed on there blood." He takes a sip of his drink "Uh-uh, thank you for the drink ma'am. So i'm going to guess your one of those immortal Vamps. Am i right?" (sorry it took so long to reply)

He smiles, replaces his pipe in his coat pocket, leans in closer and speaks in a low voice "Well, I've always loved a mystery. And I've found that women who have that quality to them are so very...endearing. This type of girl, she's got a sense of danger that follows her wherever she goes. Maybe she attracts danger, or maybe she's just dangerous herself. Perfect silky white skin, soft to the touch, and long, beautiful flowing dark brown hair. That type of girl is what I'm seeking."

Archeron sits at the bar, drinking a whiskey. A vampire leans in close and sniffs his neck, extending its fangs to feed. Not a stranger to the creatures of the night, the former angel laid a long knife on the bar next to him. "F#ck...off." He warned quietly.

Liam enters the club after recently being mistaken for a vampire and referred to this place. He strolls over to a table by the bar and sits on one of the comfortable leather chairs. "Blood type?" A waitress asks as she approaches him. Liam shakes his head then removes his sunglasses to reveal his burnt-orange eyes. "Canadian Club." With a puzzled look on her face, the waitress hesitates before leaving. "I'm sorry I thought you were one of us... What are you?" Liam lets out a light chuckle. "I'm a different type of predator." With a now uneasy disposition, the waitress nods then leaves to fill Liam's order.